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Inthebeginning...
02:00
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In the beginning, God created the heavens and the earth.
They looked out upon their vast creation and called it good.
They then filled it, pouring in their very breath, knowing they would receive a beautiful, and
united yawp of praise in return.
They reviewed their paradise, the fruits of their imagination and wonder.
This too was good.
They then created man and woman in their image.
Thes image-bearers were good.
But, left to their own devices, they forgot where they came from.
They sought to destroy one another.
Again, and again, new generations were born into this conflict.
Each new generation believing in their heart of hearts
That with the next generation, the problem would resolve itself
Or dissipate entirely, believing their opposition would be destroyed.
So we must ask ourselves this important question:
What next?
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2. |
Enterwithaconversation
02:02
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You and me
We see what we wanna see
The fruits we choose to eat
Are picked specifically
This modern man
Holds ut his modern hands
Takes all this foreign land
And responds with empty conversations
As time expands
We expect those foreign lands
To sit, quiet, as we ban
Those that might look something like them
So close your ears,
Hear what you want to hear,
Perpetuate your fears
We're begging for some conversation.
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Everything is fine
We’re feeling so sublime
Everything is fine
We’re having a great time
Nobody hurts anymore
No bitter news to report
No feelings ever getting sore
Nobody hurts anymore
Wipe those tears out of your eyes
Throw on your favorite disguise
There’s no reason that you should cry
So wipe those tears out of your eyes
That City on a Hill is nigh,
I see it when I close my eyes,
Tune out the sick oppressive cries,
And pray to blue-eyed Jesus Christ
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4. |
Thecity
03:08
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I moved into The City
Where wildflowers grow
And we stomp them down
Because we’re uncomfortable
The view from here is pretty
A uniform home
A sterile analogous dome
I felt no fear
I’m complacent here
When neighbors move around me
And dig their holes
With bright blue eyes
And thin white noses
We stare at each other blankly
We strike the same pose and
chant greetings in
Sick monotones
It strikes me as odd
All the bones swept beneath this sod
But one day on a pretty
July afternoon
A lonesome face howled
At the moon
He said “I will not forgive you
Until you blind men see
What you did to my people
And you did to me”
He said “you pick your poisons
Like you pick your neighbors
But you and I praise the same Creator
Still you write in changes
To the constitution
‘All men are equal
But with some exclusions’”
Quietly he swung there
They hung him from a tree
Then he was taken down
and buried deep.
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5. |
Watertasteslikewine
03:33
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The water tastes like wine
A couple of drinks and I’ll find
A vision, a borderline.
You’re keeping me awake.
A city that’s so eclipsed
It starves its citizens
I speak into this
unintentionally
I don’t love you like I’m supposed to.
Water is rushing down
A sour poison sound
Fills this cotton mouth
My lips crack anyway
How did it come to this?
I choke through desert lips,
That for every Judas kiss
You still decide to stay.
I don’t love you like I’m supposed to.
My days drip away in apathy
But still you’re smiling back at me
Water tastes like heaven’s wine
A couple of drinks from a poisoned vine.
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Sleep
06:40
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Hard pressed for a new day,
These eyes are finally catching up.
Blue skies and a sea-scape
Behind these concrete troven halls
I fell asleep on the subway.
After a while, I finally woke up
To a smile too fleeting
It’s a shame that we fell out of love.
(And that I’ve had enough.)
But tomorrow never comes if we don’t wake up.
I want to get where I’m going.
Then again, I feel so out of touch.
This tunnel must be growing,
I can’t remember the last time I felt sun...
I want to call you my best friend
But time has passed and I’ve not changed at all
Still sleeping like it’s a deathwish
It’s easy not to see or hear your calls.
But tomorrow never comes if I don’t wake up.
Every song sounds like Hallelujah,
But all I hear is thunder.
And when we talk, I listen for hallelujah,
But all I hear is thunder.
When I pray, I’m looking for that hallelujah,
But all I see is thunder.
I lament to restore my hallelujah,
To quiet down this thunder.
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Wolves
03:54
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Victim of the fall?
No, I will claim the fault.
Break my legs again.
This empty house you’ve left
Stinks of hollow death.
Break my legs again.
Still I pray, reaching out for anything.
I’m quiet now and listening
To hear the silence speak.
So I wait, still longing to hear anything
Shepard don’t abandon me
I’m broken and in need.
The King of Wolves, he stalks
He claims he ate our God
So many turn to him
With fractions amongst kin
We’re taught to hate by skin
Heal our broken limbs, and let us wander in
Still we pray. These wooden pews are ringing out
So many voices singing now
We’re sheep that long to feed
So we wait, sleeping in this empty house
So many wolves surround us now,
We’re broken and in need.
This kingdom of the weak
Will pray to anything.
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8. |
Kinship
04:13
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I fell asleep when my brothers cried
My sisters called out into the night
Tighter I shut these lying eyes
Saying “it’s their issue, not in my sight”
They say the devil’s kinship always feels nice
Staring down the forks in the road of your life
But I don’t need you to tell me what’s right
I don’t need you to tell me what’s right
I know that you’re tired
So you ignore the facts
And try to “not see colors,
‘Cause there’s no whites or blacks”
Well how about the messages
Of blue shirt aggression
And a new generation
That can see the oppression
I know that you’re tired,
But you have to wake up now,
Time has expired
I wanna do better for my fellow man
Not force him down with a communal hand
I don’t need this fight or flight
I don’t need to run from what’s right
I know that you’re tired
So you ignore the facts
And try to “not see colors,
‘Cause there’s no whites or blacks”
Well how about the messages
Of blue shirt aggression
And a new generation
That can see the oppression
See these are the facts
That are here in plain sight
You want to turn and run?
Well you don’t have the right.
So open your eyes
To the hells we create
Try to not leave your species
To burn in its wake.
I know that you’re tired.
I know that you’re tired,
But you have to wake up now
Your time has expired.
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9. |
Lamentations
04:32
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Damn their sons
And damn them too
Damn the one who gains their dues
Love thy neighbor as they self
But my love has seemed to lose its breadth
The tears they cry seem of no use
It’s not enough for the news
They scream we yell they writhe in pain
But all we do is seem to say
The next generation can stay the same
Lord Forgive us for we know not we’ve done
I’ve been standin’ ‘round like they’re not your sons
I’ve been preachin’ and sayin’ the right things
All the while being the white savior they don’t need
Convict me make me feel what they feel,
Forgive me have mercy on your child,
Show me how to really change
Teach me how to live out your ways
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10. |
Crows
05:57
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This revolution
Spun out by this songbird
To call him my brother
Is treason I know.
Cut through this white sheet,
Tug hard at my heartstrings
That we think this kinship
Is harder than most.
We’re feeding our crows
In hundreds of rows,
A harvest is coming
to reap what we’ve sown.
Through fury and fighting
She still stood inviting me,
Stand with the people
who color their clothes
Don’t say that your black friends
are cool with what’s shakin’
Worthless intention
Is rotten at most
We’re feeding our crows
In hundreds of rows,
A harvest is coming
to reap what we’ve sown
I asked where to go
To heal what we’ve done
She said “I love you
Despite where you’re from.”
I sleep in the bed I’ve made
She said “so do I!
Just tucked deep in the alleyways,
So you can’t hear me cry.
But I’m walking out now
Into plain daylight
So you can see the war we’ve waged,
In Jesus’s name, in peacetime.
But I still love you,
Nomad, built on my back,
You are my brother
To love each other
We have to learn to look back.
But I don't need comfort
I need a holy attempt
To bridge the waters of our fathers
Faiths, freedoms, contempts.”
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11. |
Amithedevil?
04:33
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Walking down the street, I pass a couple of kids
Jeering each other for something they did.
The lighter skin uttered the words of his pa,
Myself and the darker left dropping our jaws.
Then he took a swing, and I moved along.
Am I the devil walking around
No care for my brothers chained to this town?
Wardened by greed, then bound to the hood,
Am I the devil that I do them no good?
Days in the office, HR reports,
Forced to think quickly, with clever retorts.
To avoid the eyes of co-workers and friends,
She’s working harder- degree in her hands.
Still praised for the object of all his demands.
Am I the devil walking around
No care for my sister pinned to the ground?
Down on her knees, still a cut in her wage,
Am I the devil because I looked away?
With each confession, a new call to arms
To cease wielding privilege that does others harm.
What is a man if he doesn’t care?
A tool for this devil, a coward and scared,
Or just too damn blind to grasp this affair
Of loving flesh and blood who share the same air
Or watch the same throne with the burdens they bear.
I am the devil if I do not care.
We play the devil if we act unaware.
You are the devil if you do not care.
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